LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 33: 33. Finishing Off The Strays
33. Finishing Off The Strays
Eryndor's eyes scanned throught the thick snow to see a number of wolves digging out of the snow, he counted five all looking worn out and weakened. Just his luck, ignoring his still aching body he leapt off the branch and crashed into the snow sinking into it almost instantly.
To keep the cold away he used the body tempering technique that used the flame attribute he had to keep his body warm. Unlike before he could not maintain it more efficiently, Eryndor clutched tight to a lung crooked tree branch he had snapped off the tree as his only weapon.
He closed in on the first wolf and it caught sight of him a little too late, half of its body was still submerged under the snow. On seeing him it let out a loud growl but Eryndor was the least intimidated.
"Die you damn mutt!" Eryndor screamed as he drove the tree branch into the eye of the wolf and lodged it there. The wolf followed with a pained howl as it threw it's head back and collapsed shortly after, the familiar sight of the legacy appeared before him:
[You have slain a normal beast "White Fur Mountain Wolf
You have recieved a soul essence]
He did not pay the legacy any attention, he was still greatly weighed down by the fatigue and he feared the wolves would be more nimble if they were to escape from there confinement. Digging out the core of the beast he had just slain would have to wait for the time being, at least till he was done with his other friends.
He pulled out the branch with a loud squelching sound and buckled his knees and sprinted for the other wolf, this one was almost out leaving only one of his hind legs stuck, it's paw was almost out when Eryndor reached it and thrust the branch into its eye. He received a similar pained howl that made he feel relief, his method of atta k was rather cowardly and underhanded but given the circumstances it was the best he could muster. If the avalanche had not happened this gs would have gone very differently for him.
No point thinking about what was right and what was not he turned to greet the next wolf only to be greeted by it instead. He yelled as he noticed that two of the wolves were already sprinting for him, "Shit!" He cursed under his breath.
Their speed was greatly reduced but taking them in either way would be hard since the odds were against his favour.
The left eye spoke again to him:
["You know you could just run away kid.
No shame in that"]
Call it greed or perhaps the need to prove himself but he stood his ground and squeezed the tree branch tighter. "Shut it you shitty master, like you were any help before." He chose not to waste any of his energy and let them come to him, when they were within a yard he lunged forward with his eyes close and imagined the flow of his mana to his palm and conjourwd up a bright flash of flame to blind the wolves for the moment. He imagined a bright flame in his mind, as bright as he could imagine, the next second his mana was sapped from him.
He gave a great battle cry as there was a rush of hit air from his palms and a loud explosion. He opened his eyes to see the lovely petals of crimson dancing in a beautiful arck around him. Had he just conjured up magic if such magnitude, he was drowned in his own talent. The thing that snapped him out of it was the wails of the wolves and the smell of burnt fur and skin, he had managed to set them on fire and they were rolling on the snow to put out the fire.
"Over my dead body!" Eryndor screamed as he impaled the first wolf in the eye and pulled out the branch without wasting a second more. If it managed to survive it would be at more of a disadvantage, the best course of action would be to kill the other one before it recovered.
The legacy called again:
[You have slain a normal beast "White Fur Mountain Wolf
You have recieved a soul essence]
Just like other times he ignored it and moved on. Just as he was turned he missed the fangs of the second wolf by the air, there was a rush of wind grazing his ear accompanied by the sound of flesh ripping just as the perfect row of huge white fangs sank into his shoulder and clamped down hard. Eryndor let out a pained shriek if his own as his neck started to get wet and warm, hit pain shot up his neck and into his brain.
Apparently the wolf had gotten the same idea from him, instead of quenching the flames burning it alive it chose to risk it's own safety and attacked him. It's eyes burned with mad fury and the blood of its fallen brothers crying for vengeance.
Losing his footing and consumed by the pain Eryndor fell on his back with the wolf still biting down on his shoulder, it's jaw strength was nothing short of overbearing. The only saving grace Eryndor had was that he was currently wearing a thick fur coat, if he had chosen clothing any lighter then his arm would have come clean off. He felt his shoulder bone crack, the hot searing pain caused him to spiral into even more agony.
The flames on the fur of the wolf was staring to dim but not without giving the air a crisp smell of roasted meat. Eryndor had dropped his only weapon in the heat of the battle and he regretted that poor choice. As things were it came down to a battle between the tenacious wolf and the degenerate prince, his last resort was to rely on the magic he had so long despised. A truly ironic state he was in.
He knew he did not have much mana left in him so he had to think on how to utilize it in an efficient attack but unfortunately, thinking was out of question. He panicked and his brain blacked out momentarily, the feeling of not wanting to die awakened in such a gruesome manner awakened something in him.